Tomorrow is the First International Yarn Bombing Day.
To commemorate this momentous occasion, I have spread my little bit of cheer -- two street-lamp pole cozies, about a dozen little crocheted flowers hung on neighbors' plants and gates, and an afghan spread lovingly over a nearby bus bench.
FIYB Day is well timed for me. A week ago Tuesday, I went to a favorite thrift shop and DID NOT BUY ANYTHING. Two days later, I woke up with a very strong image in my head. It was a fabric item folded in a sealed plastic bag, and when I mentally turned it over I realized that it was the classic tapestry of dogs playing poker -- in mint condition -- which I had seen at the thrift shop.
I was seized with regret to realize that I have reached a point in my life where there is NOBODY to whom I can present a tapestry of dogs playing poker. Worse yet, I don't even think I can get away with owning it myself.
And just when I was so seriously and tragically lamenting the possible loss of my capacity for silliness, I was saved by FIYB Day. How much better it is to share a basketful of acrylic yarn objects with society as a whole, rather than give one measly DPP tapestry to one person!
Tomorrow is also the first day of International Knit/Crochet in Public Week, an event I observe pretty much year-round, but on Monday, I will observe it airborne between Los Angeles, CA, and Boise, ID.
Annus mirabilis!
